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Автор Cudmore Katrina
Resisting her boss’s charms...
Loukas Christou needs a wife. For the luxury hotel tycoon, honoring his parents’ memory by acquiring their dream hotel should be simple. But to complete the deal he must be married. Enter temporary PA Georgie Jones, who offers to be his matchmaker!
Georgie never stays anywhere long-term—her mother’s abandonment proved that even the strongest relationships never last. She should be focused on finding Loukas a bride, but resisting the temptation of her Greek tycoon’s kiss is easier said than done!
Georgie smiled. And then they just looked at one another.
Drops of seawater trickled down over the hard, tanned lines of his face, over his powerful neck and into the crevices of his collarbones.
Her heart thumped, thumped, thumped in her chest. His hand moved against her hair, pushing it back off her face. And it stayed just above her ear, cradling her head. And then he was easing her toward him, the gentle teasing in his eyes quickly giving way to a darkness that melted every last vestige of sense and reason that she was holding on to.
Her chest bumped into his. And then her hips landed against his thigh.
Hard, wet skin, cool to the touch.Her eyes locked on to the light swirls of dark hair on his chest. Unsteady, her hand reached out and landed just below his ribs. Her breath hitched. What are you doing, Georgie?
Go away... I don’t know and, frankly, right now I don’t care.
Loukas shifted, his body angling in even closer to her. “Georgie?”
She lifted her head to his voice, her lips parting. Passionate, searching, intense brown eyes held hers, and then with a low curse his mouth was on hers.
Tempted by Her Greek Tycoon
Katrina Cudmore
For Ross, in this year that you start a new adventure, may life be full of happiness and love.
Mum
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THE LOCAL FISHERMEN were unloading the day’s catch from their caïques when Loukas Christou motored his boat into the old harbour of Talos Town. Once moored, he’d nodded distractedly to the calls of, ‘Kalispera, Loukas!’ from the restaurant and boutique owners whose businesses lined the sun-soaked seafront promenade before hurrying up the narrow whitewashed laneway that was a pedestrian shortcut to the entrance gates of The Korinna Hotel.
